author:alone
state:serializing
brief introduction:
"What" It was a June day, but Qiao Qian felt as if she were in the snow. "It's not yours","Just admit it, sister," Qiao Xuexue's voice came from behind, "Things have come to this, we are all doing it for your own good.","It's nothing special, really. With a little effort, he surrendered! I made him confess, and he obediently went to his parents and told them everything." The person chuckled triumphantly.。